The Kids
While Tony didn’t give him any information, Peter knew something was up and he was not okay with that. He honestly started calculating how many Dora Milaje he could take on and the prince: five. He was far stronger than them, even as strong or stronger than Thor and the Hulk, and with his heighten senses he would have a bit of an advantage on top of the fact he could climb and stick to anything. Especially coupled with the fact that no one ever thinks of him as dangerous but some cute floof of a thing with endless energy. Yes, he could take on five of them and win with a 86.43% chance. After that, well he would be screwed. Unlike them, Peter had no real combat knowledge, particularly anything that can hold up against a warrior tribe (or is it tribes?). If it came to a fight, he would need the element of surprise on his side, and hope Mr. Stark’s protective side kicks in in time.
But no, he wasn’t trying to start an international war, but he needed to know in case things got really bad. His mentor’s well-being came first. Which is why, he found himself helping Tony pack up in the middle of the night while Harley guarded the door and balcony window with potato guns. They were beyond any regular potato guns, having used access to Stark Industry’s labs and available material in Wakanda to amplify their effectiveness. Harley could actually blast a hole through six inch concrete with them. However, he was also packing his own watch gauntlet and a shield sleeve that acted similar to the shield the boarder tribe had with their tribal blankets they wore. Everything about the two teens seemed harmless, minus the potato guns that were clearly visible, and both knew how to use that to their advantage.
“We’re going to get you a suit too Harley. Maybe Iron Kid.” Tony mumbles to himself as he looks over at the teen. Unfortunately for him, Peter had enhanced hearing. “Damn kids thinking they need to protect me. Some old geezer too afraid to deal with things………….I don’t deserve them.”
Note to self, address Tony’s self-worth issues later. Maybe get his help building something……. Maybe a card…..is that too corny?
Spiderman shakes his thoughts loose and moves to catch Harley’s eyes; with just a single nod, raised eyebrows, and a pinched look, Harley gives a nod. Both of them would be cornering the older man later.
“That’s the last of it.” Tony puts the last item away in his suitcase and looks around.
“We leaving tonight or in the mornin’?” Harley asks. When he doesn’t get a response right away he adds, “Nothin’ wrong with leaving right now. Doesn’t make you a coward or anything.”
The teens could see the engineer pondering it before shaking his head. “We’ll leave tomorrow. Say goodbye to everyone.”
“Fine, but we’re sleeping here.”
Tony protested as first, albeit weakly, but eventually they had him trapped between them on the bed, potato guns resting within reach on the nightstand, but the watch and shield still on, and Peter with his web shooters. “Get some rest Mr. Stark. We’ll be right here the whole night.”
“Yeah, Mechanic, cause we’re connected.”
Tony’s chuckle made both of them smile, even if some part of them was still worried over what raddled him so much to want to leave.